One of your OTP comes home drunk makes a mess and gets put to bed by the other. When that person wakes up they expect to get yelled at only to be greeted by their unusually chipper partner. Person tracks down eldest child and asks for a clarification about what happed last night. Child responds, “Oh after mom got you to bed she tried to undress you. You slapped her hands and yelled out go away I’m married.”
I laughed way too hard at this.
these kind of mornings
Bellamy leaned his full weight on Clarke, his arm slung across her shoulders as they struggled up the front steps of the house. Clarke positioned him in front of porch swing and eased him down. He rocked a little— slumped back, head rolling.
Clarke snickered to herself quietly as she pulled the keys out and let herself into this house, she set her purse down on the kitchen counter and let the babysitting know they were home.
She handed Harper a wad of bills, “Thanks again, Harper. We’ll call you about next weekend— did you need a ride home?”
“No, ma’am, my sister is on her way— do you need any help with Mr. G?”
Clarke smiled, “Ha, no, I think I can manage. Thanks, have a good night.”